Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.